Restarting the myth.

Chapter 162: The Pope's Envoy, Holy Lance of Heaven
At the bidding meeting, Wayne's professional team met with its partner Murphy Mining. There were more than 30 people there, and the atmosphere was very grand.

There were tendering personnel from Albed Steel Company at the venue. The person in charge was dressed in a conservative manner and looked difficult to communicate with. Despite many greetings and courtesies, he kept a cold face throughout.

Albert Steel is the largest steel company in Luzern. It is backed by the state and is not ordinary private capital.

In other words, a large part of a company's decisions are influenced by politics.

Choosing Frank or Prussia is the biggest problem facing Luxembourg. To put it in a broader sense, this bidding will represent the stance of small countries, and they cannot be neutral just because they want to.

Success is due to steel, failure is also due to steel.

If Luxembourg only had amazing iron ore reserves, it would not be a big deal. However, its previous leaders were quite far-sighted. Instead of exporting resources like a comprador country, they chose to use the iron ore for themselves, making Luxembourg a developed industrial country.

This is very embarrassing!

Luxembourg is very small, and its excess steel production capacity must be exported. Its economy is heavily dependent on France and Prussia. The cross-border railway connects the two countries, so it cannot afford to offend either side and has always regarded itself as a neutral country.

It would be easier to kill her than to force her to take sides.

Murphy Mining tried its best but got no response from the person in charge, but another group did, the Saar Mining from Prussia.

Nicholas shook his head repeatedly. The difference in treatment was obvious. If the information was correct, the result of this bidding would have been decided.

Wayne also frowned and left the scene with his team.

In the car, Nicholas sat in the passenger seat and talked about the possibility of a comeback, which was not great, but not without any chance of winning.

As long as a few companies unite and put pressure on the Luxembourg authorities in the name of Frank, they can win with a low price.

The meeting this afternoon is to finalize the cooperation plan.

"It's difficult. If it were me, I would choose Prussia too."

Wayne was not optimistic because Prussia was too strong. It could attack or defend, and its military was unmatched.

On the contrary, although Frank is powerful and has always enjoyed the reputation of being the world's best army, that is all in the past. In recent years, it has been staying at home and concentrating on building armor and laying defense lines, with its overall strategy focusing on defense.

On one side they are acting arrogantly, while on the other side they are working hard to build bunkers. It is obvious who is strong and who is weak. Neutral countries will know what to choose after seeing this.

Luzern was afraid of Frank and even more afraid of Prussia. It was natural for it to choose the lesser of the two and to side with Prussia.

As for having both, that’s impossible. I don’t have the ability to do so, you know!

Seeing that Wayne was worried, Mona blinked and raised her hand to press on the back of his hand.

Wayne pulled his hand out and pressed the back of her hand. He had no other intention, it was just out of desire to win.

Nicholas mentioned the afternoon meeting again and tactfully persuaded Wayne to be patient. Although victory could not solve all problems, it could cover up all problems. Cooperation with Boswell Mining would benefit everyone.

Wayne was a little tempted. He didn't want to lose. After all, it was his first mission after becoming the heir. If he lost, he would definitely be punished by Old Deng.

It is called a lesson, but in fact it is an opportunity for revenge.

He could imagine that face and the other party's bragging about how great I was in the past.

But with Boswell Mining…

It’s not satisfying even if you win!

"Damn Old Deng, he must have done it on purpose."

Wayne looked at Nicholas and said, "I'm a little tired. You will attend the meeting on my behalf this afternoon. We can talk if we can, but forget it if we can't. It's okay to be humble, because humility doesn't cost money, but giving in is out of the question."

The pressure came to Nicholas. How could he discuss cooperation without giving up the profits? This would make things difficult for him!
Nicholas comforted himself that this was a test from the new boss. As long as he could pass the test, he would become an irreplaceable figure in the new boss's mind and would have a place in the business world of Lundan in the future.

After taking a bite of the pie he had painted for himself, Nicholas was full of energy.

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the cooperation meeting took place.

Master Owen, the heir of the Boswell family, entered the venue in high spirits. The mining company he represented also received a smile from the person in charge. Upon learning that Wayne's side had hit a wall, he wanted to comfort his good friend in person.

No one was seen.

Nicholas is a human being, but Owen doesn't see him in his eyes. Seeing that Wayne only sent a little brother to come forward, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The heir of the Landau family is nothing more than this!

Owen was angry at Wayne's contempt, but also happy with Wayne's incompetence. He had a premonition that the Landau family would fall into poverty, their business would be taken over by the Boswell family, and he would become the mayor of the financial city of London.

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Owen ignored Nicholas and asked, "How dare you sit at the same table with me? Let your master come over and talk to me."

It doesn’t matter if you didn’t come. Your host will automatically withdraw from today’s meeting.

Owen drove Nicholas away without giving him face, and kicked Murphy Mining out at the same time, waiting for the dog-eat-dog show to end up with a mouth full of fur.

Everyone saw it. It had nothing to do with him. It was Wayne's own fault.

Owen was looking forward to it. Rather than a dog-eat-dog fight, he wanted to see Wayne return to London in disgrace and Auston furious.

That's real dog bites dog, the old dog bites the puppy, the scene must be beautiful!

Nicholas was kicked out of the venue and was very angry. He returned to the hotel to report the situation to Wayne. He did not dare to express his resentment and only said that he was incompetent.

"It has nothing to do with you. He wanted to do this anyway. I just gave him an excuse to do it."

Wayne said to Nicholas: "You did a great job. I am very satisfied."

"Should we still participate in the next three rounds of bidding? Murphy Mining is ready to give up," Nicholas asked.

"Perform the whole act and go through the whole process."

"I understand."

Nicholas left with mixed feelings. He was happy that his new boss recognized him, but he was worried that the recognition was based on a failure and his performance on this trip was not perfect.

He envied Mona even more. It was good to have a promotion device. She was a confidant during the day and at night.

Mona closed the door, bent down and whispered in Wayne's ear: "Boss, do you want me to teach that guy named Owen a lesson?"

Wayne looked up and saw the color in Mona's collar. He said unhappily, "You've been a little angry lately. I remember you weren't like this before."

"You are my master, and it is my responsibility to protect your life and dignity." Noticing Wayne's gaze, Mona blushed slightly and remained bent over without moving.

"Remember to change the owner to the boss next time."

Wayne reminded him and took another look: "Don't use violence to solve business matters. After all, the Boswell family is also one of the tulips. I still have some tolerance."

If it were someone else, they would definitely question it at this time, but Mona would not, she really believed it.

After being there several times in a row, she believed her own eyes. Her master possessed all the virtues she could imagine. Occasionally, when it was not obvious, he had no choice but to do so. There must be a deeper meaning behind it.

For example, the furtive glance she was seeing now must have been because the master had seen through her dirty little thoughts and had chosen to put himself in a difficult position to save her face.

As a clergyman, she was guilty.

but……

The archbishop said that the other party was an angel, and clergymen longed to enter heaven. Angels were the channel for ascension, and coupled with the Golden Rule Contract, it was normal for her to have such thoughts.

Not guilty!

"Mona, doesn't it hurt to bend over all the time?"

"Not sour."

"Then bend over."

Wayne felt that this secretary was so sensible. He would tear off the angel halo tonight, and it would be difficult to see it again then. He glanced at it a few more times.

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Night, rain.

A luxury black car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

Mona held an umbrella for Wayne and sat in the back seat with him. The driver looked in the rearview mirror, with silver light flashing in his eyes.

Mona narrowed her eyes slightly, and a holy golden light bloomed in her eyes.

After confirming through eye contact, we are one.

The driver started the car and drove towards the Cathedral of Our Lady.

This cathedral was built during the Renaissance and was not originally a church but was used as a papal college.

The interior is magnificent, decorated with precious alabaster statues, exaggerated and excessive decoration, complicated and luxurious, with many curves, dazzling, and is a standard Baroque style. A few years ago, it was expanded and changed into a cathedral, with a few spires added, hey, it's Gothic.

A black car stopped in front of the cathedral. Mona got out and held an umbrella with half of her body exposed outside the umbrella to ensure that her owner did not get wet.

"Look at what you've done. Your stockings are all wet."

Wayne grabbed the umbrella, reached out and held Mona in his arms, and the two of them walked towards the cathedral under the same umbrella.

"Boss, this is a sacred cathedral. This...is not good."

Mona's heartbeat quickened. She liked him but rejected him. She felt wronged and anxious: "There are so many people around. We will be seen. Can we do this again when we return to the hotel?"

All I want is to be seen!

Everyone passing by saw clearly that the angel was molesting the nun, and they quickly stood up to question it.

Wayne didn't care about Mona's grievances and slapped her. The latter stopped struggling immediately, straightened her chest and looked around, waiting for an upright person to stand up and criticize him.

not at all!
The cathedral was cleared tonight, and all clergy who were qualified to enter were dressed in white robes, with hoods covering their faces, and holding white candles in front of their chests, motionless like statues.

These people were all from the Papal States, without a single local clergyman. Although they didn't know who Wayne was, similar operations...

It looks very familiar, I see it every day.

……

The second floor of the cathedral.

Raindrops slid down the rose window, the crystal chandelier hung high, and the bookcases on all four sides formed a circle, blocking the view while covering the magic circle on the ground, forming a soundproof barrier.

Wayne held a black umbrella in one hand and placed the other on Mona's waist. His flexible fingertips rubbed her up and down, feeling the delicate and soft texture through the fabric.

He saw the purpose of this trip, the Pope's envoy.

The man was extremely handsome with blond hair and blue eyes. His long hair flowed down like a golden waterfall, gleaming with a dreamy luster under the light. His face was delicate like a statue, and his eyes were bright, containing endless elegance and gentleness.

Seeing Wayne coming, he stood up and smiled.

Every move she made was calm and elegant, radiating a dazzling light all the time, especially her smile, which was pure and flawless, making Wayne feel ashamed and move his obscene hands away.

No, it's too decent!
Wayne pressed his hand back.

"Welcome, Mr. Wayne. I am Archibald, the envoy of the Papal States. I am here on behalf of the Pope to express my most sincere greetings to you." Archibald came to Wayne, smiled and extended his hand.

"Wayne."

Wayne stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other person. The man was so handsome that only after he sat down did he realize that there was a female clergyman in a white robe standing opposite him.

It is very similar to Mona's uniform, slim-fitting and showing off her slender figure, and her appearance is also that of a beauty.

It’s too bad that I was only looking at men!
Wayne called it outrageous and suspected that he had stayed in Windsor for too long and had been infected with the scheming gay virus.

Having said that, Archibald is so handsome that even beautiful women pale in comparison when next to him.

"Archibald, if I may ask, how old were you when you first began serving in the Papal States?"

"Twelve years old, became the Pope's assistant at fifteen."

"understood."

Wayne raised his hand and made the sign of the cross in front of him, looking towards the cross of the cathedral: "My Father in Heaven, today I heard the story of the Pope and the little boy again. Can I still go to heaven?"

"..." x2
Mona was stunned, and the female clergyman opposite was also dumbfounded.

"Hahaha, Mr. Wayne, that's a good joke, very suitable for Hell."

Archibald smiled broadly, not feeling offended at all, and continued on the subject: "I have heard many similar jokes, but I assure you that the Pope is a normal person and he does not like little boys."

"real or fake?"

"of course."

Archibald pointed at the female assistant beside him and said, "The uniform Titus is wearing was decided by the Pope. He said that this kind of uniform is more convenient for action and can increase the chance of winning. He promoted it in the Papal States immediately and severely suppressed the unhealthy trend of liking little boys."

"It's not that simple, is it?"

"Yes, he simply wanted to see. The previous uniforms were too loose and blocked the nuns' figures."

∑((_;)
Mona and Titus were a little upset. As the beneficiaries of the uniforms, their movements were indeed much more convenient. If possible, they didn't want to hear such a ridiculous conversation.

Come on, you were lying! x2
Archibald and Wayne chatted for half an hour, all about the Pope and women in the clergy.

In the end, Wayne believed it. There was no Pope. He was clearly a yellow believer who was a staunch pro-yellow faction like him.

pity……

"If I were really an angel, I would serve the Pope without hesitation just for his taste."

Wayne said with regret, "To be honest, this is all a misunderstanding. The Golden Rule Bible is wrong. I am just an ordinary person, not a reincarnated angel."

"Please rest assured, Mr. Wayne, this is confidential and will not be leaked," Archibald assured.

"Looks like I have to prove it to you..."

Wayne hooked his finger to let Mona come closer, raised his hand to pull her into his arms, and raised an eyebrow at Archibald: "Does such an angel really exist? As far as I know, angels have no gender and no worldly desires. I have too many desires, especially lust."

Mona lowered her head and dared not say a word, and Titus opposite her also lowered his head and remained silent.

Archibald remained calm and said, "It is understandable and reasonable that you want to try it now, precisely because you didn't have it before."

Wayne was stunned when he heard this, feeling that the other party was comparing the angel to a eunuch.

But when he thought about it again, it was indeed very reasonable, and he couldn't help but believe it a little.

Seeing that this trick didn't work, he patted his butt and asked Mona to stand aside, saying: "The Papal State must have a way to identify angels. Take it out. I'm not afraid of offending others. I just want to prove that I am an ordinary person."

"Mr. Wayne, the Golden Rule Bible is the best proof. You have already proved it."

"Last time it was an accident, prove it again."

"No need to bother."

Archibald opened the Bible in front of him, took out a golden pendant from it, held it up in his palm, and the pendant slowly floated in front of Wayne.

"What do you mean?"

As Wayne finished his words, the pendant burst into golden light, covering both Wayne and Mona.

Wayne endured the heat and was unwilling to infuse himself with the Holy Light of the Golden Rule, while Mona slowly spread her white wings under the cover of the golden light.

His eyes turned golden, and holy marks appeared on the back of his hands.

The golden light faded away, and Archibald said, "This pendant is the Holy Lance of Heaven. It is a gift entrusted to you by the Pope. Under the witness of the Holy Light, your servant has proved your identity. The stigmata will not lie."

"But I don't have any stigmata."

"You suppressed it, didn't you?"

"..."

What he suppressed was something else!
"Also, if I'm not mistaken, you have very rare hidden magic."

Archibald said with reason: "According to the records of the Papal States, this is also a characteristic of the reincarnated angel. If you are unwilling to show it, the Holy Lance cannot force your stigmata to appear."

"According to what you said, I can only accept it?" Wayne looked up and sighed. Why is it so difficult to be a human being?

"Of course you can deny it. If you say it's not, then it's not. Even the Pope has no right to change your will." Archibald whispered.

Wayne was convinced and could only remain silent.

"Please rest assured that the Papal State will not interfere with any of your actions, but if a devil comes to the world, please do not refuse." Archibald smiled again.

He had read the reports. Wayne had repeatedly appeared on the front lines against the devil. He did not need to be notified by the Papal State at all. He would go there on his own if anything happened.

"I am here only to convey the goodwill of the Pope. He cannot leave the Papal States. I regret that I cannot meet you. I hope you can understand."

Archibald glanced at Mona, smiled and handed over a jewelry box, which was then passed to Mona by Titus.

"Sister Mona, the Pope has also learned your name. He is very grateful that you found Mr. Wayne. This is a small gift from the Pope personally to you..."

Archibald paused and gave him a meaningful look: "He hopes that you will continue to work hard to ensure that Mr. Wayne has a happy vacation in the world."

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Nine thousand five, please give me a monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)